She's thirteen. Time will remedy that.

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?

I hope they change my drugs soon. Whatever I'm on isn't working.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.